Chapter 11

Kent

"Fuck! My feet aren't killing me anymore. It must be all these shots of whiskey," I slurred as I took another shot and tilted my head back. I was wound up so tight that I ended up calling Jeff and asking what he was up to. The minute he told me that he was in a club, I took off my tie and headed down there. That was forty minutes ago, and I'd regretted my decision the minute I'd entered the dive.

"Slow down, because if you keep going on like this, then I'll have to carry you home and the only one that I'm carrying home tonight is the one on the left or the one on the right."

Typical! Jeff had a way of referring to women like cattle, and they still kept running towards him and not away from him.

"Yeah, I would if I didn't have such a shit day."

He smacked me on the back.

"You had some hot chick sing to you and family problems. How does that make your day bad?"